and swim when it hurts
everything looks different in the dark. wind back. lace up. kiss her goodbye or goodnight with your lips in the strands of her hair. the shapes on the ceiling are always yours. he doesn't even see. you do, you always do. they chase you into the darkness into the light into where you can't see into the clouds. so long. gold dust and whispered touches. traces and traced and tracing and she just keeps going. circles, figures of eight, figures. a breeze over skin mixed with the smell of love and the taste of breath, and it's always his. always haunting. always warm. the sparkles in the air send shivers and their wishes. you only wish. go on, you say, and she leaves. you're okay with that - it's soft inside anyway. the polyester cuts into her flesh, scars, burns, was never even there. eyes closed because everything looks different in the dark.